That Which Came In Summer

You should have never stopped to wave hello From the gravel throated vehicle of your voice Should have kept on going in your One Way lane Never slowing to spy me barefoot kite flying On my blistering beach It would have been easier to tend my sunburned skin Than to repair my shattered stained glass heart You should have rejected running your hands through my hair It only caused to tangle up my focused thoughts Into the architectural blueprints of your future plans Had you not commented on my perfume or my playfulness If we never shared our songlists from the seventies I doubt I would have danced for you in the sand I'm certain I would not have saved That very last bottle of unopened wine Had you kept moving in your silent determination To remain an introverted enigma I would have still been a butterfly Flitting from petal to petal Landing on larkspur and lilacs Fully aware and forgiving that my summertime flight And my feminine folly would inevitably end But you did not pass me over No! You did not pass me by There, you caught me in your grasp Fast and without warning Snatching my breath and making me blush I, so made of sand and shells You, the wind and water A twist of tornado touches And a volcanic volley of hot lava verses Flowing, flowing, flowing Towards one another In Come-To-Me confidence You allowing me to believe that love Like a rising tide Goes out and yet comes in again You could have just watched me from afar Safely well hidden away behind the dunes Disguising your binocular stare Staying put Staying away Staying alone Each of us unknown to the other Safe from the summer surge The soaking lust and longing You could have forbidden a broadened smile Turned in a different direction Without offering to untangle my kite string Knowing I could have done that for myself I would have loved that summer, still And surely so much more... Had I not met and loved you more... That summer.... And still